| Heroes of eminent doubt
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| Oh, the spiders all climbing the spout
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| As the water winds gently around us
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| It slowly confines us to
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| You know I’m part of you to lose
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| That feeling of empty slow drown
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| The scatter of kids the curb as I talk to you
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| Angels arrange in the sky
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| Spiders convincing a fly that it’s morning
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| There is a column collapsing upon my
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| You know I’m part of you to lose
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| Your love is an empty storm
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| The clatter of words on the curb as I talk to you
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| Heroes of eminent doubt
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| Oh, the spiders all climbing the spout
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| As the water winds gently around us
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| It slowly confines us to
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| You know I’m part of you to lose
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| That feeling of empty storm drown
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| The clatter of words on to lose
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| Your love is an empty storm drown
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| The clatter of words on to lose
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| That feeling of empty storm drown
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| The clatter of words on to lose
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| Your love is an empty storm drown
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| The clatter of words on to lose
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| That feeling of empty storm drown
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| The clatter of words on the curb as I talk to you |